«I like the peace
in the backseat,
I don't have to drive,
I don't have to speak,
I can watch the country side,
and I can fall asleep.
My family tree's
loosing all its leaves,
crashing towards the driver's seat,
the lightning bolt made enough heat
to melt the street beneath your feet.
Alice died
in the night,
I've been learning to drive.
My whole life,
I've been learning.»
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